Everything just feels so out of control. I don’t remember who I am or who I was. Whatever life I had is gone, shattered into a million tiny pieces. Sometimes it’s hard to breathe.
You make me feel real. And who you are and who we are together doesn’t make you the wrong person for the job, it makes you the only person for the job.
We’re defined by our choices.
There’s a place in your mind no one can get to. A place that belongs only to you. No matter what they say, no matter what they do, no one can reach you there. Pain is a dream.
Sooner or later, we all face what we’ve done.
Some things are hard to forget.
So turning friends into enemies. Seems to be a CIA specialty.
You’re a lot of things, Jane. Normal isn’t one of them.
You want me to trust you? Start listening to what I say. Earn it.
You told me Taylor was my starting point. I think you’re wrong. You… you’re my starting point.
You think you’re saving her. All you’re doing is killing us.
We chose this job for a reason, that’s who we are. We’re not meant to go home to happy wives and husbands with kids. It doesn’t work that way for us.
